I dreamt of Sarah Brown last night. Really.

The good thing is if one doesn't see her.


I have enough nighmares during the day (bad students and my own playing) to see any dreams at night.

In case there are psychoanalysts here already sharpening their pencils I think perhaps I should  -  leave it at that. ("Vairy interestink you should say 'sharpening zeir pencils', yes?")

It also had a somewhat complex and sophisticated narrative arc that I'm not sure I can reconstruct now. I can reveal the setting though which was a large suite in an extremely expensive hotel in the Cotswolds, at night. Among the other characters who rushed through were Lindsay Anderson and a film crew trying to make a documentary and a crack SAS team (dressed in 17th century French military uniforms) trying to keep them away. Sarah and I flew over the roof together at one point.  

You must know the sort of thing.  

I was in a busy shopping street that also had office blocks (...) when there was this noise from the sky like a bomb dropping. Some burning rocks flew overhead and crashed a few miles away. Followed by a very hard rain of black meteorites that made everyone run for cover. People screamed.

Ok, i dreamt that the colour was draining out of the world and that everyone was disappearing.  No gory stuff, just vanishing without a trace.  Very worrying when i woke up at 5am.

Charlotte Uhlenbroek, eh?  She is the lady with the chimps and gorillas, no?  Like a modern day Sigourney Weaver.

I'm a very glad you mentioned this, because you will notice my previous interpretation just talks of the downfall of Gordon Brown.  Now, with the important information about Ms Uhlenbroek and her tree ropes, we know what you are supposed to do about your demise.

Clearly this is a call for going 'Back to Basics'.  Not in the John Major sense, but something a lot more fundamental.  You can see that your mind was thinking of primates and may have thought of "primative".  You need to get back to basics at a primitive level.

So, repeal a load of laws (Gorillas don't have them!).  Forget your worries about the housing market and ask everyone to live in trees (they may have to do with blocks of flats until the trees grow back).  Ignore the war on terror (Chimps don't have religious intolerance).

Instead, free bananas for everyone.  Grow vines from the Houses of Parliament and ask everyone to swing (maybe you'll have to explain that one to Lembit Opik).  Pick nits off your colleagues and eat them  (Aren't you glad Prescott resigned?)

Then, surely you will climb the trees to greatness.

Prof. Tommo
Ward 7 ³/₄
Institute for Totally Sane, Creative, Rational, and Artistic Psychoanalysts
Vienna

That's a very odd dream, I think I'd have been quite freaked out by that.

I dreamed that my whole team from work were at one of my colleague's houses but his car was gradually being stolen - every time I looked back at it another bit had disappeared, even if I just glanced away for a second.  He'd been about to throw a magnificent picnic but decided there was no point and started flipping out - throwing things about and saying his life was over, because of the invisible thieves (not sure that needs Prof Tommo to interpret...)

Then we all just had the picnic anyway, since it was there.  It consisted entirely of cake.  Not a bad dream really.  

I dreamed last night that I was wearing my light blue hoodie (haven't worn it for a few weeks, favouring a brown one when I wore one) so this morning I put it on.

[added] and I also dreamed about buying eggs, but I'm not wearing them. Strange how bizarre fragments of my subconscious seem to be bleeding through into my waking mind. [/added]